Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I lowered myself to the carpet and reached for the fastenings of his pants. I hoped he didn’t notice that my hands were shaking as I popped the button, lowered his zipper, and shoved his pants over his hips. Like before, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I only allowed myself a second to appreciate his thick cock. I wanted to taste the precum beaded at the tip, but I stayed focused on my goal.
I slid my thumb along the front of his throat. You’re going to put your head down and your ass in the air. I’m going to free your hands so you can hold your ass open for me. If you let go, I’m going to stop, and I’m going to punish you. Do you understand?
“Yes, sir,” he said in a mocking tone. I pinched one of his nipples and twisted viciously.
He cried out. “Fuck.”
“No more talking. Do as I said.”
Devil didn’t speak, but he gave me a cheeky smile. I’d given him exactly the reaction he was looking for. Dammit.
He lowered himself to the floor slowly as if he wanted to impress me with the control he had over his big body.
He didn’t need to. I was already impressed as hell with every fucking thing about him.
I freed him from the cuffs, and he grabbed his ass cheeks just like I’d told him too. He pulled them wide, exposing his hole to me. Fuck, I’d dreamed about this so many times.
When I leaned forward and blew against the tight pucker, he shuddered. “Fuck. Please.” His words were breathless. He wasn’t posturing now. He needed this as much as I did. I pressed the flat of my tongue against his hole. “God, Joe. Don’t stop.”
There wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to stay quiet like I’d ordered him, but if he was going to say my name like that, I didn’t fucking care.
I flicked the tip of my tongue against the tight ring of muscle. “More. Dammit, put your tongue inside me.”
I slapped his ass hard. His fingers flexed and tightened, and he arched his back deeply. “You can spank me all you want, but I’m not letting go. I need this. We both need this.”
He was right, but I wasn’t going to let him direct things.
I grabbed the cuffs from where I’d tossed them on the floor. He struggled when I took hold of his wrist. “You clearly need to be restrained again. Being good means letting me control things, not trying to manipulate me with that hot mouth of yours.”
He fought me, trying to buck me off, but I managed to pin him down with my weight on his thighs. I cuffed his hands together, then took hold of his hips and tugged. “Back on your knees. No friction on your dick. You have to earn that.”
“Fuck you,” he snarled, but he didn’t fight me. When he was ass up and head down again, I slapped his ass as hard as I had before. “Fuck, that’s—”
I didn’t give him a chance to speak before spanking him again and again. I kept going until his breathing was ragged and low whimpers escaped his lips. I wasn’t sure if they were pleas for more or protests, and I didn’t really care. I wasn’t stopping until I wanted to.
“Jesus, please that’s—”
“It’s what I want. I want your ass red and aching. I want you realize you don’t call the shots. You don’t tell me what to do.”
“I need you, please. That’s all I need. Just you.”
Fuck, he was going to kill me saying things like that.
Devil struggled enough to make it fun, but I could tell he wasn’t really trying. He was stronger than me, and in a fight like this, he would win if he wanted to. He obviously didn’t, but he also wasn’t the type to just give in. Neither was I. That was what created so much heat between us.
I continued spanking him, loving the sound of my hand connecting with his flesh.
His skin was red, and I saw the imprint of my fingers. Marking him like that was so fucking satisfying. I gave him one final blow, then laid my hands against his ass, needing to feel the heat there. When I squeezed his abused cheeks, he groaned and tried to pull away, but I just dug my fingers in harder.
“You know you love this. You wanted me to hurt you. You like that I’m taking charge, that I care what you do, that I’m willing to punish you for it.”
“Fuck yes.”
I reached underneath him and grasped his cock. He was rock hard, and I was sure there was a puddle of precum under him on my carpet. I didn’t care about that. Just like I didn’t care that his knees were going to be rug burned—maybe the side of his face too—because I was going to fuck him right here. I’d meant to take him to the bedroom, stretch him out on the mattress and feast on him, but I couldn’t wait long enough for that.